The Legend of the Wh

Suddenly, I longed to go home, back to that humble and dilapidated house filled with warm memories. But my throat wouldn't let out a word.,The initial discomfort gradually faded with time. Twenty years of life polished away humanity, and past memories were gradually suppressed by animalistic instincts. Only occasionally, when lost in thought, would he recall the sorrowful faces of his family by his bedside. When he had nothing to do each day, all he could do was try his best to remember his past life, fearing that one day he might forget everything and be left with only survival instincts, his passion gone, becoming a cold-blooded creature.,Second, attacking the weak and avoiding the strong.。